FIC: The Hero's Spoils Agreement (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

Summary: Harry didn’t go looking for free use privileges that allowed him to fuck every adult witch in the country whenever, wherever and however he wanted. But that doesn’t mean he won’t make the most of them.

Content Warnings/Themes: Post-canon, free use, public sex, anal sex, humiliation, breeding

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Harry Potter had not devoted years of his life to defeating Voldemort because he’d expected some sort of reward out of it. It was his ‘saving people thing’, as Hermione had termed it, which would not allow him to run and hide when there was someone in danger. Fighting Voldemort was also a simple matter of self-preservation for him, because even before he’d learned of the prophecy that was the cause of Voldemort’s obsession with his demise, he’d known that the bastard would not rest until one of them was dead. Good thing for Harry that it was Voldemort who’d bit the big one, as he’d heard one of the American aurors say, during the final battle.

He hadn’t done it for rewards, but the wizarding population of Britain had insisted on showering him in them anyway. Harry wasn’t fond of the hundreds of articles that continued to be written about him even now, more than two years since the end of the war, and having people stop to gawk at him in the middle of Diagon Alley when he was just trying to look at the new racing brooms was really annoying. But not every reward he’d had thrust upon him had been bad. He’d learned to appreciate some of them.

The gold hadn’t really been necessary, given the size of his inheritance from his parents and Sirius, but he’d been able to put that gold to good use in building a support system for some of the young orphans created by Voldemort’s war. The respect he’d rightfully earned had made it easier for him to get into the auror program without having to jump through a lot of the hoops that prospective recruits usually had to deal with, and he was also able to skip the normal trainee period filled with mountains of paperwork and menial jobs. Those were a couple of perks he could get behind. And hey, if his fame meant that those broomstick manufacturers sent him the newest prototypes months before the public could even hope to catch a glimpse of them, he wasn’t going to turn that down.

But the best reward by far was the ‘Hero’s Spoils Agreement.’ There had been a rumor that Harry, single bachelor that he was, was in negotiations to move to a veela enclave in Bulgaria to reside there permanently and serve as a breeding stud to scores of veela. It was all a bunch of shite. He’d spent a very enjoyable weekend there, fucking every veela in sight, but no breeding had been done. He also never could have moved there. Even if the veela’s customs would have permitted it, not even he would have been able to keep up with the raging hormones of an entire enclave of veela on his own. He might be a war hero, but he was still just one man.

Magical Britain hadn’t known that, though, and the thought of their hero leaving them sent the leaders of magical society into a panic. The Wizengamot drafted an emergency addition to their laws which stated that Harry, in recognition of his enormous contributions to their society and the debts that they owed him which could never be repaid, could legally shag any of-age British witch whenever, wherever and however he wanted to. If he would only agree to stay, he would have free permission to use every adult witch in the country as he pleased.

Moving to the veela enclave had never been an option for Harry, but he didn’t let anyone else know that. When the offer was presented to him in an emergency Wizengamot session called for the specific purpose of trying to convince him to stay, he’d nodded stoically, made a show of thinking it over, and declared with all seriousness that he would accept the offer and remain in Britain. There had been much relief in the Wizengamot that day, and when Harry immediately exercised his new privileges for the first time by pulling Narcissa Malfoy into his box and fucking her on her hands and knees in front of everyone, he had encouraged the Chief Warlock to carry on as usual. After all, their hero fucking a witch at his leisure in front of everyone was the new normal now, so everyone ought to get used to it.

After almost two years, everyone was used to Harry casually making use of any witch who struck his fancy, however he felt like using them and wherever they happened to be when the mood struck him. No one batted an eye when he told Pansy Parkinson to come and join him in his Wizengamot box, and the Chief Warlock just kept talking about the current measures being discussed even when he had Pansy bouncing in his lap fast enough for the sound of flesh slapping against flesh to travel well beyond Harry’s box.

In Harry’s vast experience, he’d found only a select few witches in the country who could take a buggering like Pansy. Her lithe body was loads of fun to bounce up and down in his lap like this, but part of the reason he enjoyed fucking her arse and did so as often as he did was that she loved it too. Most of the witches he buggered simply tolerated it, but Pansy got into it. She let out these sharp gasps of pleasure each time he dropped her down and sheathed his cock deep in her bum, and those gasps just made him want to bounce her arse on his cock harder and faster.

Eventually he didn’t even have to bounce her, because Pansy got so into it that she actually took over for him. While he paid partial attention to the impassioned speech that Lord Cyrus Greengrass was making about how some of the laws being considered would threaten the old way of life for their society, Pansy planted her hands on Harry’s knees and drove her hips up and down, letting out an impassioned cry of her own as she fucked her own arse on his cock.

Harry was having fun with Pansy, but something about listening to Cyrus Greengrass go on and on about the old ways made him want to shut the arsehole up. His family had been ‘neutral’ during both wars with Voldemort, but it was no secret to Harry how the likes of Greengrass felt about anyone not of the ‘proper’ breeding.

“Up you go,” he said to Pansy, lifting her off of his cock and dropping her down in his chair as he got up to his feet. “You can go back to your own box if you want. Or you can stay where you are, and maybe I’ll play with you some more when I come back a little later.”

Pansy stayed in his seat, and her formal robes remained balled up in a pile on the floor of his box, along with her thong-cut knickers. Harry, meanwhile, left his box and walked around, not bothering to put his dick away. It would be called back into action soon enough, and besides, who amongst the members of the Wizengamot hadn’t seen his cock by now?

The grand speech of Cyrus Greengrass hit a snag when Harry nonchalantly entered the Greengrass box. The Lord of the family paused and looked at him, clearly annoyed, but Harry gave the man an innocent smile.

“Sorry, Lord Greengrass,” he said. “I’m not here to interrupt your appeal. By all means, keep going. I’m here for Daphne.” Harry could see the man’s jaw working, but Lord Greengrass could not say a word in reproach. It was, after all, the law.

“Potter,” Daphne said coolly, looking up at him as he approached the chair she was sitting in. She had never given him the time of day at Hogwarts; him or any other wizard. As far as he was aware, no one had any more luck with her as an adult witch either. Harry, of course, was the exception. The Greengrasses, whatever else you might say about them, were sticklers for respecting the rule of law.

“Daphne,” Harry replied, nodding at her. “Get up on your feet and lean against the edge of the box. I’ll do the rest.”

She gave him a curt nod, got out of her chair and pressed her front against the wall of the box which looked out over the rest of the Wizengamot chamber. Most of them wouldn’t be able to see below her neck, but there wouldn’t be any mystery as to what was going to happen to her. Harry grabbed the hem of her crisp formal Wizengamot robes and hiked them up above her arse, and with them out of the way, he grabbed her plain white knickers and pulled them down her legs. While her father cleared his throat and attempted to recapture the momentum he’d been building before the interruption, Harry grabbed Daphne’s round arse cheeks and squeezed them together.

Cyrus was noticeably struggling to get back into the groove, and Harry didn’t make it any easier on him. He put one hand on Daphne’s hip, and the other guided his cock into position so he could fuck her arse. Unlike Pansy, anal sex did not come nearly as easily to Daphne, and she could not prevent herself from groaning as his cock penetrated her tight rear.

Daphne was not accustomed to having anyone fuck her arse. Harry hadn’t needed to be told that he was the first to ever bugger her, and even when she one day married some pureblood heir for political purposes, he would bet good galleons that her husband would never be allowed to stick his cock anywhere near her bum.

It was highly likely that only Harry would ever be able to fuck Daphne’s arse like this. That was a shame for every other wizard, but for Harry it was a very welcome reward. Being able to push this aloof pureblood heiress up against her father’s box and fuck her arse while the Lord Greengrass tried in vain to address the Wizengamot chamber with any authority was something no other wizard could get away with. But for Harry Potter, this was just an average Monday evening Wizengamot session.

Buggering an enthusiastic Pansy and watching her get into it was always fun. But pushing his hips against Daphne and pressing her body up against the box was a very different and yet no less pleasing form of entertainment for Harry. Even this proud, cold Slytherin would have her robes hiked up and her arse fucked if Harry was in the mood to do so. She, just like every other adult witch in this country, was free for him to use as he pleased. Daphne, the girl who had glared a hole through any boy courageous or horny enough to attempt to flirt with her at Hogwarts, used her hands to brace herself as best she could while Harry fucked her arse. Her arse was tight; tighter than Pansy’s, to be sure, and among the tightest he’d been inside. But Harry was always one to welcome a challenge, and the challenge of rocking back and forth and making Daphne breathe out sharply each time he forced his cock deep into her arse was an immensely rewarding one once met.

The challenge of driving his point home was one that Cyrus Greengrass could not meet. The other members of the Wizengamot continued to watch him expectantly, by now so used to Harry roaming around the chamber and having his way with a witch or witches during the session that he buggering Daphne did not disrupt the proceedings at all. But the same could not be said for Cyrus, because no matter how many times he cleared his throat, started over and tried to find his way through his speech, he just couldn’t seem to collect his thoughts and speak with the same authority he had been before. Something about having his daughter buggered right next to him wounded the pride of a pureblood traditionalist like Cyrus Greengrass, whether it was perfectly legally acceptable for Harry to do or not.

Harry had expected just this reaction, which was part of the reason why he’d pulled Pansy off of him and come over to the Greengrass box. The other reason was that buggering Daphne was a delight, so if he could knock her father down a few pegs and help himself to her incredibly tight arse at the same time, that was too tempting a combination to pass up.

Daphne gasped as Harry began to spank her arse in between thrusts, but she said nothing about it. There was nothing to be said and nothing to be done on her end. Her only duty was to hang on and let him fuck and smack her arse until he was tired of doing so. He would never tire of using a beauty like Daphne, but he did eventually feel the urge to cum build up and become increasingly difficult to ignore.

He might have been able to hold off for a bit if he really fought for it, but he didn’t feel the need to do so. His time with Daphne coming to an end was regrettable, but it wasn’t like he was short on options once he left this box. And he’d already very effectively disrupted Lord Greengrass, so he would already consider this a very successful Wizengamot session for him. Rather than trying to delay, he fucked Daphne’s arse harder, thrusting into her and making her chest bang against the wall while he indiscriminately spanked her.

The beautiful blonde grunted as she felt Harry push in deep one final time and hold his cock there. His balls pressed up against her, pulsing as he pumped his cum inside of her arse, putting a fine point on the end of this Wizengamot session. He took a step back, admiring Daphne’s backside and the red handprints he’d left there. It was also pretty amusing to see some of his semen dripping down onto the floor of the Greengrass box. It felt like a final bit of disrespect to Lord Greengrass, who had already sat back down in his seat and allowed someone else to take control of the session.

“Good afternoon, Lord Greengrass,” Harry said, smiling as he walked by the man, who continued to look out at the chamber as if he was concentrating very hard and could not hear him. That was okay. Harry didn’t need his acknowledgement. He’d already gotten what he wanted.

--

Harry didn’t know how Hermione did it. This joint meeting between their two departments was about as exciting as listening to Binns drone on about goblin rebellions. But then, she’d always taken studious notes back then too. Being the only student who actually stayed awake and alert during those History of Magic lessons had probably been good preparation for her days in meetings at the Ministry.

He wasn’t nearly as interested in whatever the hell Proudfoot was talking about right now, and he didn’t particularly care about trying to keep up the appearance of listening to it seriously. In fact, he’d been watching Hermione and paying more attention to her than the meeting for a few minutes now. He’d watched her lick her lips absently as she listened to what was being said, and the more often her tongue unconsciously darted out of her mouth, the more interested Harry became in his best friend rather than in the meeting.

And of course, he didn’t have to settle for staring at that tongue and pretending that it was his dick rather than her lips that it was licking. His best friend was governed by the laws the same as any other witch, so there was nothing to stop Harry from tapping Hermione on the shoulder and drawing her attention away from the meeting. She looked at him with her eyebrows raised and an expectant look on her face, as if she was waiting for him to hurry up and say whatever it was he wanted to say so she could go back to paying attention to the meeting. But it wasn’t going to be that simple for her.

“Get down on your knees,” he said, snapping his fingers and pointing at the floor beneath him. “And pull my dick out.” The first time Harry had made a similar request of her, Hermione had been shocked that he would take advantage of his new free use privileges with her, his best friend. But he’d shown her he was serious, throwing her down on top of the table at the Burrow and fucking her while Mr. and Mrs. Weasley tried to pretend as if this was perfectly normal behavior in the middle of dinner. (They’d also had to pretend that him having Ginny crawl underneath the table and suck on his balls while he ate his treacle tart for dessert was not out of the ordinary either. Ginny’s moans of arousal and pride when she managed to fit both of his balls into her mouth at the same time had been pretty hard to ignore for the Weasley clan, however.)

Hermione was as used to it as any other witch now, and she didn’t even flinch when she realized why he’d tapped her on the shoulder. She just got down on her knees and reached for the zipper on his trousers. “You want a blowjob, then?” she said matter-of-factly. She viewed this as just another part of her day now, and like most things in her life, she’d gotten quite good at it once she’d had some chances to practice what she’d read about.

“No,” he said. “You just get my cock out. I’ll take care of it from there.” As talented a cocksucker as Hermione had become, he wanted to go about it a different way this time.

His bright best friend seemed to realize what he had in mind, but it didn’t make her hesitate. She unzipped his trousers, pulled his cock out and rested her hands in her lap, allowing him to do what he wished from there. Harry didn’t waste any time in doing it. He put his hands on her head and pushed his hips forward, rubbing the tip of his cock across her lips. Hermione parted her lips in response, allowing Harry to slide the head inside of her warm mouth.

She could have gone on and given him a very good blowjob from there if he’d let her, but that wasn’t what he was in the mood for today. After the boredom of this Wednesday afternoon meeting, he was ready to let loose now that he had his sexy best friend on her knees and his cock was in her mouth. Rather than sitting back and letting her suck, he put his hands on the back of her head and pulled her head forwards at the same time that he jerked his hips forward, forcing his cock deep down her throat in one unyielding push.

Some of the women he’d done this to had gag reflexes strong enough that they would have been able to take this without too much difficulty. Some of them had struggled at first but had built themselves up to be able to take it better. But some of them would struggle and gag every single time without fail. Hermione belonged to the latter camp. She was a wonderful cocksucker, but she succeeded there through her skill with her tongue and her knowledge of how effective she could be simply by licking and sucking the tip, with some worshipping of his testicles thrown in on occasion too. When it came to the ability to take his long, thick cock down her throat, Hermione struggled mightily. She clearly always would.

That was exactly why he’d chosen to do this right now and chose her specifically for it. If he’d wanted to shove his cock down the throat of a witch who was prepared to deal with it, he could have called over his fellow auror Susan Bones from a few seats down, or gone for Hermione’s junior assistant on her left, the young woman fresh out of Hogwarts who worshipped the ground Harry walked on and could hold his cock down her throat longer than nearly anyone who wasn’t a metamorph or a veela. He knew that Hermione would struggle in the face of how roughly he was going to fuck her face. He was counting on it.

While Proudfoot continued his meeting, Harry ignored him and paid attention to the infinitely more interesting sound of Hermione gagging on his cock. There were so few things in her life that Hermione did not excel at that her struggles to handle his cock pushing down her throat were all the more notable. Harry did not begrudge his brilliant best friend her achievements. He was proud of her, truly, and he was happy to support her in every other aspect of her life. But when it came to this, he wouldn’t pretend that it wasn’t satisfying to know that his cock was too much for Hermione Granger to handle when he got rough with her.

Hermione tried her best, but her body simply could not help but betray her when he got like this. Her throat heaved every time he shoved his cock in deep, but her body’s instinctive attempt at self-preservation didn’t accomplish its intended goal. Rather than forcing him out, clearing the passageway and allowing her to breathe, her throat’s resistance only created vibrations around his cock that brought him even greater pleasure. Between the vibrations on his cock and the filthy choking sounds that he was able to so easily force out of her, Harry believed he had chosen the perfect way to liven up this dull meeting.

He looked up at Proudfoot a few times during the meeting, but he looked down between his legs far more regularly. Hermione was quite a sight down there. Her hands rested on his legs, clutching at his trousers as if they were her lifeline. But Harry was the source of her struggles rather than a refuge from them, and everything that he did was meant to push her harder. He roughly grabbed her bushy brown hair in both hands, ensuring that it would look as bad as if she’d just gotten out of bed by the time he was done with her. But she would have bigger problems than her nightmare hair. The true motivation behind the tugging, as well as the thrusting of his hips and arse up out of the chair, was to fuck her face as roughly as he possibly could.

He alternated between forcing his cock back and forth in her throat rapidly and pulling her all the way down and holding her there, resting his balls against her chin while he listened to her choking intensify. Those moments were always followed by him pulling his cock out of her mouth entirely, giving her a few moments to recover before he forced her right back down. But those brief respites were as much about listening to her gasp and wheeze and letting everyone else in the meeting hear how much his facefuck was affecting the young, fast-rising witch that everyone expected to make it all the way to the position of Minister one day.

Those who were fortunate enough to be sitting in the right seats didn’t have to settle only for listening to Hermione choke and gasp, however. They got to watch as well as listen to what he was doing to her, and Harry was sure they appreciated the show from whatever angle they happened to have. Whether they were seeing it from the back, where the focus would be on how hard he was pulling her head down onto his cock, or from the sides, where they could watch the spit fly and catch glimpses of the look in Hermione’s eyes as her best friend used her throat, what they got to see had to be better than staring up at Proudfoot as he continued.

Harry had the best view of all, of course, and that was how it should be. He was the one with the power to have Hermione Granger get down on her knees and pull his cock out in the middle of a work meeting, and he was the one capable of making her choke and hold on for dear life. It was only right that he should be able to look down and see the spit spill out of her lips and smear all over her face or make eye contact with her and see those intelligent brown eyes clouded over in a haze as she struggled to endure this facefuck. No matter how studious she was, how serious and how capable of multitasking, there was no way she was absorbing a thing that was being said in the meeting now.

At first, Harry had thought he might keep using Hermione until Proudfoot finished speaking and the meeting was dismissed. But he felt his orgasm getting close, and after thinking about it for a second, he decided he was interested in seeing how Hermione would react if the meeting was still ongoing when he was done with her. So he pulled her back down for another prolonged period of having his cock lodged in her throat, enjoying the feeling of her gagging on him one more time before the end.

As always, she gasped for air once he pulled his cock out of her. But this time, rather than pulling her head back in for another go, he held his cock in his hand and aimed it at her face while he stroked himself quickly. After a few quick pumps, he began to unload on her. Rope after rope of cum rained down on Hermione’s face, starting in her hair and running down the middle of her forehead to her nose. There it arced out a bit, smeared all over her nose, above her mouth, across her lips and down the side of her jaw. Harry got his final couple of shots back up below her eyes, and then he smacked the head of his dick against her lips to make sure he’d shaken it all off.

“I’m done with you now,” he said to her. He used magic to clean himself up, but when Hermione looked up at him hopefully, he shook his head. “No magic for you, Hermione. You can clean yourself up right away if you want to, but you’ll need to go use the lavatory to do it.”

He could see the conflict in Hermione’s eyes as she tried to decide whether she wanted to prioritize washing his cum off of her face right away or staying to hear the remainder of the information that Proudfoot had called them here to share. Nearly everyone else would have chosen the first option, but knowing his best friend, Harry wasn’t terribly surprised when she instead returned to her seat next to him and directed her eyes back towards Proudfoot. Even with her hair looking bushier than he’d ever seen it, and even with his cum and her own saliva sticking to her face, Hermione returned to listening intently and making notes.

If she noticed the odd taste and texture of his cum on her tongue when she started licking her lips again, she didn’t show it outwardly.

--

“Something you wanna add, Auror Potter?”

“Not really, boss,” Harry said, continuing to approach Tonks in the middle of her department-wide briefing about the violent werewolf they’d been tracking throughout London. “I just figured I’d do you a favor and breed you while you finished the briefing.”

It took quite a bit to shock Tonks, who had adjusted to and even welcomed being called upon by him as effortlessly and happily as just about anyone, but Harry managed to make even her eyes widen and her mouth open in surprise. The look cleared after just a few seconds. But making the metamorph Head Auror break for even that long was enough to make him smile.

“Oh yeah?” she said, her voice casual and seemingly unaffected even as he reached her and put his arms around her, pulling her into a hug. “And that’s supposed to be a favor for me, is it? Sounds more like something you’re doing for yourself.”

“I’m going to have loads of fun doing it,” Harry said. “I won’t lie about that.” He picked her up and dropped her down on top of her desk, scattering her papers and sending things tumbling to the floor. Tonks’ desk was always a mess even at the best of times, but Harry had messed things up even more than usual for her. She didn’t even react to the papers flying though. She just stared up at him and bit her lip, watching as he unzipped her jeans and pulled them down her legs.

“But I know it’s something you want too,” he said once he’d gotten her jeans off of her feet and tossed them aside. His hands moved to her knickers next. “You’ve wanted it for years. You just haven’t found the right bloke for the job.” There was a time she’d thought Remus Lupin was that man, but Lupin had run out on her days before they were to be married, claiming that he wasn’t good enough for her. If you asked Harry, he’d proven the truth in that when he stood her up like that.

“And you think you’re that bloke, do you, Potter?” she asked. She tried to sound casual as ever, but he could tell that her breathing was a little heavier and her voice was a little higher than usual.

“You already know I am, Head Auror Tonks,” Harry said while pulling her knickers down. “Now keep going. I’m sure the rest of the department is ready to hear all about our vicious werewolf’s comings and goings. I’ll take care of everything here.” He pulled his cock out and pressed it against Tonks’ slit. He’d been thinking about this idea for several weeks now, and he’d already decided that today was the day he would go through with it. In preparation, he’d gone an entire day without cumming at all. Ever since these powers had been given to him, it was unheard of for him not to come at least two or three times in a day, and he often did it more than that when things happened to stimulate him. His day of denial had him hard and ready to go right away, and he entered Tonks in a quick, forceful push.

It was enough to make Tonks gasp in the middle of her sentence. As a metamorph, she was able to adjust her insides to accommodate his cock however she liked, but he’d penetrated her with such speed that he caught her by surprise. But her reaction after that initial push was not what he had expected. Usually she would adjust the tightness of her pussy so that it was tight enough to feel incredible for him, and yet not so tight that it was overly difficult to move inside of her. Basically, she made it so that her cunt could perfectly accommodate his dick for an amazing fuck that would not be over too soon.

This time, though, was completely different. Tonks tightened up on him, but it wasn’t even that. Veela had a unique trait where, once they could sense that their partner was nearing his orgasm, they would clamp down around their cock and effectively milk them of their seed. What Tonks did not was something akin to that, but somehow even more intense and demanding. Every time he pushed his cock into her, it felt like every muscle in her body was trying to force him to surrender and cum inside of her immediately. It got no easier when he pulled his hips back, because he had to fight to get his cock free from her clenching cunt muscles. Tonks had never done anything like this before, but it didn’t take Harry long to catch on to what was happening here. He was right. Tonks did want him to breed her, and now that he’d vowed to do so, she was deliberately morphing her body to try and make him fill her up with his seed as quickly as she possibly could.

Harry was going to oblige her. This obviously wasn’t going to last long with his metamorph boss working so hard to finish him, but however brief it was, he was going to see to it that it was a memorable shag worthy of the occasion. If he wasn’t going to be fucking her for a long time, it would most definitely be a good time. He narrowed his eyes, grabbed Tonks by the hips and thrust into her with all his might.

The thrust was hard enough to make Tonks gasp, but he didn’t know how many of his fellow aurors could hear it above the sound of his hips smacking against his boss’ heart-shaped arse or the desk rocking beneath her. To her credit, Tonks cleared her throat and continued on with the briefing even as Harry pulled his hips back and slammed his cock into her again, just as hard as before. Whether what she was saying made any sense or not, Harry had no clue. Every bit of concentration that he had was poured into fucking her. It had to be that way, because if he let up even slightly, she would make him cum on the spot.

What she was saying to the rest of the aurors was of no consequence to him. He could look over the briefing notes later; right now, breeding his sexy metamorph boss was the most important thing in Harry’s life. He attempted to show her the importance he placed on this particular task in each massive thrust he gave her. Every single time he pushed forward, he did not stop until his dick was completely sheathed within her cunt. And even with her muscles squeezing him and challenging him to a degree that he’d never felt before, not even from a veela, he stayed in constant motion, fucking her fast enough that the rocking of the desk became something persistent that she had to try and time her briefing around.

That briefing was paused once the fuck drove Tonks to orgasm, because even in the middle of her own office with the entire department watching, nothing could stop Tonks from squealing loudly when she came. All of her aurors had heard Harry make her squeal before, but they’d never heard those squeals sound quite this loud or this desperate. Harry knew they hadn’t, because he’d never heard them like this either. Tonks was always loud when she came, but apparently she reached decibels previously unmatched when she was being bred in the middle of her office.

Her loud squeals were accompanied by her cunt squeezing Harry’s cock even tighter, and the combination was too much for even him to resist. He growled like an animal as he came, which seemed fitting. With how much seed he released deep inside of her cunt, he felt like an animal. He’d experimented with any manner of sexual positions, acts, locations and everything else over the last two years, but breeding sex brought out something raw and savage that was new even to him. He already knew that he would be exploring this side of sex more in the future.

“So, does anyone have any questions?” Tonks asked. She was panting quite a bit, but her words were clear. Harry was amazed that she sounded this close to normal with how hard she’d just cum, as well as with how much cum he’d just pumped into her.

“No, Head Auror Tonks,” several of the aurors replied.

“Good,” she said. “Now go back to your desks. Auror Potter and I have some more business to take care of.”

Harry was already starting to thrust again by the time his fellow aurors were up and filing out of Tonks’ office, after which she pulled him down so one of his knees was planted on the edge of the desk so he could fuck her at a different angle. Harry quickly had the desk rocking once again, and now that she didn’t need to worry about giving any briefing, Tonks moaned in approval.

All in all, this had been another entertaining week in the life of Harry Potter, the hero who hadn’t gone looking to be rewarded for his heroism but was happy to make the most of the reward that magical Britain had given him.